Off to San Marcos

"Was that Marlowe?" you ask.

"Like there's anyone else in the DSD who can give you direction," Kyle says with a shrug. "We're supposed to go to San Marcos right away. There's a jet on standby at Andrews. The rest of the team will meet us there."

Two hours later, you pull onto the tarmac next to a Citation X. Nick, Andrea, Emily, and Liz wait in another SUV. As soon as all of you climb aboard, the plane begins to taxi toward the runway. In moments you are airborne. You make your way to the cockpit (giggling at the name),and check with the cocks, err pilots. Due to the urgency of your mission, you'll travel at top speed, nearly Mach 1, flight time is just under 5 hours.

Returning to the main cabin, you distribute tablets with the mission briefing to all the members of the team. You encourage them to familiarize themselves with the mission objectives which include a clandestine infiltration of the Presidential Palace and retrieval of full level samples from the Generalissimo, his senior staff, his family members, and his two mistresses. Looking over the dossier, you linger on the pictures of Louisa. She appears to be a stunning woman -chic, sophisticated, and gorgeous. However, these photos pre-date her visit the Aeterna Spa, and you know she's become so very much more.

Next you flip through the personnel files of you new team. You scan their abilities. As DSD agents, each is an extraordinary fighter, but some things stand out. Nick's SEAL training makes him adept at a wide range of weapons and tactics. Emily was the top agent in her unit, she only had two demon kills before your last mission. She favors martial arts to weapons. Andrea, on the other hand, is a pure shooter. Only one demon kill, but it was solo, with a sniper rifle. Liz is a first rate tech. She had an M.S. in microbiology before training with DSD. Kyle, you already know, is a newbie. Little field experience and eager to please. His psyc profile includes a note that he has a crush on a more senior member of the agency, and you think you know who she is!

With the cabin lights dimmed, each of your crew members nods off to sleep. You take a blanket to cover yourself and lower you pants. Hidden by the blanket, your tail can roam free, and soon you are teasing you aching slit with it. Growing wet, your pheromones waft around the room. You note the effect on your companions. Each stirs a bit in their sleep as nipples grow hard and crotches become stiff. You slow your pace, both to extend your pleasure and to keep the others from recognizing what's happening. Finally, you cum quietly as warm, black cum erupts from your cock headed tail.

Finally relaxed, you pull you pants back up and gaze at your team. Each still sleeps. Each is just a little weaker to your advances. You enter their sleeping minds and begin to influence their dreams. With your influence, Emily and Nick's subconscious memories of working together in the last mission turn to dreams of fucking each other. Andrea it seems favors the fairer sex, and she is easily attracted to the lovely Liz. It takes some work to get into Liz' psyche, but, in the end, she shares Andrea's thoughts and the two dream of kissing and licking each other to orgasm.

Kyle is the easiest. He imagines saving you from the demon in the warehouse and being rewarded with a chaste kiss. You pull back and gaze into his eyes before pulling him into a rough and passionate kiss. Leaving him breathless, you drop to your knees and tug his pants open before you swallow his dick whole. He grabs you by the head and pistons into you as you deep throat him. Finally he erupts into your mouth and you rise to his face once again. With a wry smile, your long tongue extends to lick is cum from your lips, then you dive into his mouth once again, allowing him to taste the remains of his sperm in your mouth.

The sexual energy in the cabin is palpable, and you feed off it, allowing it to nourish you like nothing else on Earth will.

Moments later, the pilot announces that you are making your final decent into San Marcos International. You stretch like a cat emerging from a nap and take in the blushes on your team's faces as they wake, slightly embarrassed by their erotic dreams.

You don't allow them any time to take it in, or discuss the unusual events of the flight. As soon as you land you direct them to the waiting vehicle. It's a step van camouflaged as plumber's truck. Inside, it is stocked with weapons and a mobile lab. The presence of a large number of blessed devices makes you uncomfortable. You take a seat in the 'shotgun' seat and allow Nick to drive. The rest of the team gets in back and you speed to the palace.